I sat on a small dock
In a small city named Victoria
Watching the sun
Make pretty colors in the sky.

I felt the wind hit my cheek
And my feet touch
The ice cold water
As the bell tower struck 6.

I could hear my love
A thousand miles away
Laugh and talk
About life and wine.

I pined that they
Would come behind me
Call my name
And deliver their legendary smile.

But this
Was not to be.

And so I sat on that small dock
In that small city named Victoria
Watching the sun
Make pretty colors in the sky.

And I heard my love no more.

With every step she took there was a little hesitation,
Since self-doubt and second guessing were at the base of her foundation.
Her eyes didn't wander in fear of who'd she meet,
So her gaze fixed upon the cracks in the concrete.
But would the world ever see her potential on display,
With her voice barely a whisper and her opinions locked away?